...there's always one more kick to make sure that I realise I don't know what rock bottom is.
I'm sitting here waiting for the wonderfully useful British Transport Police to turn up for something I did months ago. I don't know why they picked the moment I was going to bed. I was in the middle of writing an email saying I was in bed and off to sleep when they called.
It was a minor incident but they're going to come and see me. I'm sure they want a sober explanation. I've got nothing more of an explanation to give. Perhaps one of them will carry a gun but sadly I don't live in that sort of society. Actually..that is one good thing except when I feel like a need a gun to shoot myself.
This is a minor thing to happen but I don't need any more grief. I need a gun though or a needle full of morphine to end my life as soon as possible. I don't need this today but this is what life is like.
God I fucking wish I was dead.
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